you an apology too.”
This time his voice sounded different.
Less rehearsed.
“I knew about the noise,” he said.
“And the blocked driveways.”
“I kept telling myself he was home for the summer and that he’d settle down eventually.”
He looked uncomfortable.
“That was easier than dealing with him.”
Then he said, “I’m sorry.”
I nodded.
“Thank you.”
Dennis returned home.
Three days later, the city council member arrived with someone from her staff.
They walked through the neighborhood.
At first, it was only me.
Then Janet came outside.
Then
